King of the Elves

I spotted the King of the Elves in the far boggy corner of my back garden as the sun left the sky this evening. A glimpse of his slender fingers reaching into a satchel on his shoulder and then sewing sparkly seeds into the bare patch of earth under the bougainvillea. He was only visible for a second before my gaze was distracted by a pair of dragonflies buzzing in my face. Only they weren't. Looking closely, they were winged faeries, sent to divert my attention. Then in a flash the garden was empty.

No, this is not the elf I saw.

What may sprout from those charmed or cursed seeds, time will tell. An enchantment of wickedness or a blessing?